For at the bottom of my heart;
The dregs of my emotions lie
I'd given all to you
And you drank without satisfaction
I filled your glass over and over again
Yet you could not be content
I had nothing left to give
And then, like so many before
I was thrown aside
Cast out like a leper
But the thing about barrels
Is that they can be refilled
And someone wanted me to be filled
They poured their heart and soul into me
They completed me until I overflowed
They granted me a purpose, and a meaning
So now as I look upon you
Inebriated in your unfulfilled grief
Wasted in your past iniquity
I pity you
For we cannot be connoisseurs only
But we must be barrels as well
For we cannot drink alone
But must be drunken from again
Outlook As Content
I enjoyed the perspective of this poem, to one who missed the opportunity to be filled. - Lady A -